Fanfiction: Charisma
Title: Charisma
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Tom Riddle Jr. and Hepzibah Smith
Prompt: it was a dark and stormy night
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG
Summary: Miss Hepzibah was always used to getting what she wanted.
Author’s Notes: I was bored at work, and finally came around to finishing this challenge from rarepair_shorts. It’s mostly one-sided romance.
It was a dark and stormy night, and how appropriate it was.
Outside the lavishly decorated house, March rain fell from fog, and chilly winds pushed against the windows. It was a nasty night for anyone unfortunate enough to be caught outside, but none of that mattered to Hepzibah Smith. As the large woman continued to prattle on of her collection, her eyes never left the tall young man standing by her window, the man with the mechanical smile.
“I’m so sorry you had to travel all this way in this weather, Tom,” Hepzibah apologised, fanning her blushing cheeks.
“Mr Burke will be disappointed to hear you’re no longer offering the goblet from Canterbury. You’re certain there can be no negotiation?” Tom turned away from the window, his charming face expressing little emotion as he persisted. “Mr Burke would be more than willing to propose a higher price.”
Hepzibah laughed into the palm of her hand, stepping closer to her young guest with great attention on his presence. “Oh, don’t you worry about Mr Burke, my dear Tom. He’ll pick through my trinkets and find something else that catches his eye.” Batting her eyelashes, she pinched Tom’s hallow cheek between a fat thumb and finger.
The man’s eyes darkened, voice lowering in as sombre a manner as the storm outside. “I will inform him of your decision.” Before he could restore his cloak, Hepzibah grabbed his arm like a dejected child.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Mr Riddle,” pleaded Smith, doing poor work at hiding her titters as her mind continued to fluster with lust. The smallest smile on Tom’s lips reduced her to a giggling schoolgirl, and the older woman wouldn’t accept no as an answer. “Not in this dismal storm. Wait it out here, I insist.”
Tom Riddle stared at her, enigmatically. The haughty lady seemed completely oblivious to the ominous nature behind his lure. “If you insist so strongly, madam, who am I to refuse?”
Hepzibah’s grin widened, clapping her hands merrily as she led her guest around the knick-knacks and to the settee. Patting the seat beside her, Hepzibah waited for Tom to sit before taking his hand in both her own. The chill, she paid no mind, as the blood rushing through her clouded all senses. “Splendid, Tom! I already had Hokey prepare the tea. Hokey, where are you? Oh, Tom, you simply must try my cakes. You’re such a thin young man, and you’ll just love them.”
As the old house elf scampered into the cluttered room, carrying a tray of porcelain teacups, Tom Riddle curved his mouth up in charming allure. “I’m willing to try anything Miss Hepzibah would like me to.”
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I apologize for any Americanisms and grammatical errors. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Tom Riddle Jr. and Hepzibah Smith
Prompt: it was a dark and stormy night
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG
Summary: Miss Hepzibah was always used to getting what she wanted.
Author’s Notes: I was bored at work, and finally came around to finishing this challenge from rarepair_shorts. It’s mostly one-sided romance.
It was a dark and stormy night, and how appropriate it was.
Outside the lavishly decorated house, March rain fell from fog, and chilly winds pushed against the windows. It was a nasty night for anyone unfortunate enough to be caught outside, but none of that mattered to Hepzibah Smith. As the large woman continued to prattle on of her collection, her eyes never left the tall young man standing by her window, the man with the mechanical smile.
“I’m so sorry you had to travel all this way in this weather, Tom,” Hepzibah apologised, fanning her blushing cheeks.
“Mr Burke will be disappointed to hear you’re no longer offering the goblet from Canterbury. You’re certain there can be no negotiation?” Tom turned away from the window, his charming face expressing little emotion as he persisted. “Mr Burke would be more than willing to propose a higher price.”
Hepzibah laughed into the palm of her hand, stepping closer to her young guest with great attention on his presence. “Oh, don’t you worry about Mr Burke, my dear Tom. He’ll pick through my trinkets and find something else that catches his eye.” Batting her eyelashes, she pinched Tom’s hallow cheek between a fat thumb and finger.
The man’s eyes darkened, voice lowering in as sombre a manner as the storm outside. “I will inform him of your decision.” Before he could restore his cloak, Hepzibah grabbed his arm like a dejected child.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Mr Riddle,” pleaded Smith, doing poor work at hiding her titters as her mind continued to fluster with lust. The smallest smile on Tom’s lips reduced her to a giggling schoolgirl, and the older woman wouldn’t accept no as an answer. “Not in this dismal storm. Wait it out here, I insist.”
Tom Riddle stared at her, enigmatically. The haughty lady seemed completely oblivious to the ominous nature behind his lure. “If you insist so strongly, madam, who am I to refuse?”
Hepzibah’s grin widened, clapping her hands merrily as she led her guest around the knick-knacks and to the settee. Patting the seat beside her, Hepzibah waited for Tom to sit before taking his hand in both her own. The chill, she paid no mind, as the blood rushing through her clouded all senses. “Splendid, Tom! I already had Hokey prepare the tea. Hokey, where are you? Oh, Tom, you simply must try my cakes. You’re such a thin young man, and you’ll just love them.”
As the old house elf scampered into the cluttered room, carrying a tray of porcelain teacups, Tom Riddle curved his mouth up in charming allure. “I’m willing to try anything Miss Hepzibah would like me to.”
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I apologize for any Americanisms and grammatical errors. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.